The First Woe

This is only The First Woe

Your empathy has grown
To become so foreign
To you that you miscall it evil
This is the last stage
Before the Havoc
Engulfs what we miscall reality

Now comes the Chaos
The boundless depths of an infinite mind

Come, Beacon! Come, Sea! Come, Asmodeus!
This is only The First Woe
One Woe is past; and, behold
There come two more Woes hereafter

Woe unto you, Pharisees - Hypocrites!
Your seats are in high places yet you neglect the view

That your vantage point affords and abuse
The power of your position
Purposefully oppressing those
Below you, beneath you

The desperate are easily fooled
And you use this knowledge to your advantage

Ever moving upward
Upon the backs of the
Destitute never realizing the chasm

Everenlarging formed and fed
Continually beneath your every footstep

The fifth angel sounds and you're forced to observe
As the Morningstar falls to Earth - Helpless
Through your feigned outrage and false empathy
The truth is revealed to satiate your lust for power

You sold the keys
For the pit
That you created
Now you're powerless
Over
The least of the least

From the fervent heat
Emanating
From the pit
Every sign that you ever existed
Will be melted
With the elements

This is only The First Woe
One Woe is past
And, behold
There come two Woes
More hereafter